"I'll have you know I clean up pretty damn well, Wil," Drake retorted before taking up position by the fire. He grabbed a stick and poked at the fire, which didn't seem to be holding up too well. The rabbits were brown, though, and that meant they were cooking. Something wet dripped on his nose and he looked up to find a tangled mess of dark clouds. "Great," he mumbled under his breath.
He held out as long as possible, and by the time the sky opened on them, the meat was a nice solid charcoal. He quickly grabbed them off of the spit and ducked under the nearest tree. Fortunately, the leaves had come in and were full, blocking the worst of the downpour. "Meats ready," he called.